Summary:
Tord gives into Tom's whims and the Norski's feelings make him feel desperate to affirm that Tom would remain by his side.
Starting Notes:
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"Classic stupid Tom" - Talking aloud
"Classic stupid Tom" - Thoughts of a character
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Tom smiled as he noticed how Tord gave in and abruptly pulled the shorter male to do a princess carry; with him not caring about the fast clicking shutters of cameras or the increased volume of whispers that their audience were making. Tom basked at what he was being freely given by Tord and smiled since he knew that if it were back then the silvernette would never even allow something like this to happen in public.
For Tord to allow something like this to be done; it was making Tom's heart flutter and his feelings of happiness soar. To carry Tord in such a manner would be a sign of public claiming. A claiming that Tord was his and his alone. That he was the one to make the Red Leader happy and be the only one to make Tord sing while being embraced.
Fixing his expression to a soft smile, Tom noted how Tord was quiet and hiding his face at the crook of his neck. "Let's go back to our hotel room now," he suggested as he held the silvernette closer and walked out of the venue.
"You're terrible, Thomas," the shorter groused in petulance before giving a sharp bite right under Tom's jaw. The pain that it came with was soon enough soothed by gentle licks and kisses that had Tom walking faster to their car.
Fortunately, the chauffeur/soldier they had employed that night was patiently on stand by and were simply awaiting for orders which was why as soon as they were out towards the parking lot, he had the soldier understand that they be immediately brought to their hotel and ignore whatever it was happening in the back seat.
Oddly enough, Tom found Tord to be quite rather behaved today and noticed how the Norwegian was more responsive and accepting of his advances. That as much as Tord would willingly accept being fucked by him, usually the silvernette would be bratty about it. Tord would order him around and try to be the one on top (riding him).
But as of the past few days and right now, Tord was unusually compliant and say, submissive, which had Tom thinking that Tord must be once again bothered by that weird feeling of his. "Is it bothering you again?" He asked in concern as he loomed over the sprawled-out form of the Norski on their bed.
Tord merely gave him a complicated smile and pulled him for a kiss to whisper, "Please make love to me, Tom."
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Why?
(1) Hvorfor har jeg lyst på dette?
Throughout the day, I can't help on having the nagging feeling that I might lose Tom pretty soon. It felt like if I lose sight of him, I would permanently lose the annoying Brit."
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